God IS supernatural. Our family will never be the same. My story Part 4

Our UNFORGETTABLE Supernatural Experience #3:

In my last blog I mentioned how Jorge and I began our “Supernatural” journey by attending the Convergence School of Supernatural Ministry. It’s a “sister-school” to Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry, so if you’ve ever heard the christian band Bethel or Jesus Culture – most of them came out of BSSM, where the supernatural is part of a normal Christian walk and which is why I believe their songs are so stinking Holy Spirit anointed. 🙂

During CSSM, Jorge and I had heard this song in Spanish by Elias Arguello of DimensionCielo. He and his wife dedicated themselves 1000% to worship day in and day out and began to hear angels sing along with them. Jorge and I believed it to be true and prayed and prayed and PRAYED some more that we would be able to hear them too. Listen for yourself:

A few months after beginning ministry school (CSSM), we had an unforgettable moment with our son Gabriel who would have been 5 at the time. One night he went to bed with a low-grade fever. Around 1:30 in the morning Gabriel woke up, so I went into his room with him. I started to pray for him but I had a really strong sense that I needed to get Jorge. I went and got Jorge and we prayed over Gabriel for almost an entire hour. (An hour? That’s a miracle in of itself at 2am). We felt as though Gabriel’s fever was better so we went back to bed….

Only I couldn’t sleep… Gabriel had gone back to bed, as well as Jorge. Jorge fell asleep immediately. As I was laying there I started to hear musical bell sounds. I looked at my phone… nothing. I looked over at Jorge thinking maybe he had music on his phone… nothing. That’s when my eyes open up wide and I took in a really deep breath…  I KNEW that I was hearing the angelic sounds we had been longing to hear. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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The next morning I awoke and stared at Jorge waiting for him to get up. He finally did and I blurted out “You’ll never guess what I heard last night?!?!” Immediately he responded “You heard them too?!?!”. He had been woken up at 3:30 am hearing the same angelic bells, only Jorge jumped up and ran around the house in hopes of seeing angels. He says he would have jumped through a hole in the wall if he would have been able to follow the sound. 🙂

As if that wasn’t enough….

About 5 minutes later Gabriel came into our room with a HUGE smile on his face. He blurted out, “I’m not sick anymore!”. We asked him, “how do you know?”
He responded super excited, “Jesus healed me!”
“How do you know that?” He responded, “Jesus and God came to our house last night.”
“Oh, really? What did they say?” He nonchalantly responded, “They took me to heaven.”
“Oh, wow, what was heaven like?” He responded, “There is a big white castle in the middle with flowers on this side (left), and this side (right), and in the middle and behind.” (He was using his hands to describe the picture).
Jorge asked, “What colors were the flowers?” He responded, “They were all colors, like rainbow colors.”

At this time I remembered a picture of heaven that an 11-year-old girl (now 18) named Akiane had painted prophetically about heaven. I found the picture on my phone and asked Gabriel if this kind of looked like heaven:
heavenI can’t even accurately describe Gabriel’s response to me, but the look in his face is ingrained in my memory.  He was stunned. He looked at me very very sternly, “Mommy, who sent you that?” I shrugged my shoulders. “MOMMY, WHO SENT YOU THAT?!?!” I told him that I just knew this little girl had painted it. He said, “Look Mommy, that’s heaven! See… there’s the castle! Here’s the flowers on this side, and this side, down the middle, yeah, and look, there’s the tall skinny trees in the back!!”

Jorge asked, “Gabriel, what else did you see?” He responded, “God and Jesus are there sitting on their thrones. There are some kids there who used to be really really sick, but in heaven they aren’t sick anymore, so they decided to stay in Heaven.”

At this point we were still a little skeptical of Gabriel’s experience, but since Gabriel said he had seen God and Jesus Jorge asked him. “Where was Jesus sitting? I mean, if I am God and Jesus is sitting next to me, where was Jesus sitting?” Without hesitating Gabriel pointed to Jorge’s right hand side.  (What 5-year-old boys knows that?)

Then Jorge had ONE last questions, ” How did you get back to your bed?Did you come back through the fireplace?” We could have never been prepared for what Gabriel was about to tell us.  Gabriel’s response floored us… he said, “No, not through the fireplace. They just brought me down through the roof, but as I was coming down, I saw angels surrounding our house.”  (Angels surrounding our house?  I’m still in awe. Before this moment I had been pondering the idea that Jorge and I were a little on the crazy side. Could those have been the same one we heard a few hours earlier?)

Coincidence that Jorge and I heard angels that night? We definitely know it’s not.

So, now what? We have yet to hear those same angelic sounds again and although I would LOVE to hear them… the Lord keeps showing us new aspects and dimensions of Him. But still… I think it’s time to start listening to that song again and usher more of His presence into our home.

Here is Akiane’s painting of Jesus that she painted when she was 8.
When I asked Gabriel who it was, without hesitation (just like in the book Heaven is for real) he said, “That’s Jesus.”  “I just know.”
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